Papa is my new favorite word and person. I wake up asking for Papa and say my prayers consisting mostly of Papa. Sometimes, I am pretty emotional about my need to see Papa and cry until Mommy can get Papa on Skype. Thankfully Mommy has pictures of Papa on her phone which has calmed me a few times.
After watching Papa cut up our downed tree, I am forever carrying around my chainsaw. Sometimes I chainsaw over my head for which my mom is very thankful that it is a toy. I also like to weed-eat the carpet and anything in my path. The bubble mower is fun too. I help Kaylee with her babies. Sometimes they get hungry and I have to feed them.
Momma continues to be a repeated word. I say is just for something to say but sometimes it grates on my Mommy's nerves, especially when whining is involved.
Whenever someone prays, I join them - out loud. My prayers are "Papa, Papa, Momma, Papa, Papa, Dadda" over and over. Then I end with a loud, praising, "A-MEN!"
In the last two weeks I have started saying words and quickly have gone to two-word sentences. Usually these are "Papa home" and "My Dadda." I am saying "apple" a lot and have started repeating words that I hear. I also say, "Heath" when I see him in a picture. "Bable" continues to be a favorite word as well. The rest of what I say isn't really understood but I know what it is. They will catch on soon.
My temper continues to be strong. Last night I wanted dessert but didn't want to take the last bite of food to receive it. So I picked up my plate and threw it on the floor. I proceeded to slam my hands on the tray and then grab the spoon and hock is over the side. Kicking ended my show. Mommy proceeded to discipline me and then I was instructed to pick up the plate and spoon. I immediately did and the issue was quickly over.